The Randomness of Life Chapter 28~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Prompted by: A Song ~ Robert Creeley

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thrush, though I have never seen one.

Napoleon lifted his partner’s head, wiping away the blood with his handkerchief.

The wound looked superficial, but enough to have knocked him out.

“Illya?”

“Mmmm, da?” The Russian came to slowly.

That Thrush got you good, tovarisch."

“Chto takoe drozd"_what is a thrush?”

“You don’t know?”

“Nyet.”

“Oh oh...”



Which one sings, if he sings it, with care.

“It is a  songbird?”

“Yes, but there’s another kind, a nasty human kind of Thrush. You really don’t remember them...you remember me and UNCLE right.”

“Da, you and UNCLE,  not the other....wait. They have guns?”

“Yes...”

“I think one is behind you.” Illya shot, not hesitating.

“Thanks, partner.”